their crosses scarcely lift, Waiting till love We Would Be Building We would be building; temples still undone O’er crumbling walls their crosses scarcely lift, Waiting till love can raise the broken stone, And hearts creative bridge the human rift; Master, let Thy plan Reveal the life that God would give to man. 1-3 Words by Purd E. Deitz / Music by Jean Sibelius

that time and change doth mock, We Would Be Building Teach us to build; upon the solid rock We set the dream that hardens into deed, Ribbed with the steel that time and change doth mock, Th’unfailing purpose of our noblest creed; O Master, lend us sight To see the towers gleaming in the light. 2-3

the dream is in our hearts, When to our ears We Would Be Building O keep us building, Master; may our hands Ne’er falter when the dream is in our hearts, When to our ears there come divine commands And all the pride of sinful will departs; We build with Thee; O grant enduring worth Until the heav’enly Kingdom comes on earth. Amen. 3-3